Chapter 9 – Found On Deck
Here is the latest update of this story – Chapter 9. Please R&R. Enjoy.
Out on deck, Patricia breathed in the night air. It was obvious they were getting nearer to New York, there was a cold chill in the air. There was definitely a hint of ice. Patricia shivered, she only had her dress on and didn't have a coat.
Leaning over the rail all she could see was blackness in the water below. It was only a few more days before the ship would sink. Patricia wasn't planning on hanging around for it either. She would definitely be pressing the buttons on that watch and heading back to 2016. Everything so far wasn't going as she planned and what had just gone on at dinner. Cal had the hots for her and she was pushing him away. She decided to talk to herself.
'My trip back here has been a complete disaster and it's going to get worse. To top it off some millionaire has the hots for me.' Patricia shivered and wasn't sure if it was from the cold or due to her new found feelings for someone she couldn't be with. A short while later she heard footsteps and her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Cal.
'Patricia, Patricia, Patricia, you'll catch your death out here.'
'Damn it, he must have followed me out here,' She thought.
He was walking towards her, as Patricia slowly walked back she was stopped when she felt the rail on her back. There was no where else to turn, she was trapped.
'So what brings you out here, surely you should be in the smoking room.'
'I prefer your company to be precise Patricia.'
'My company?'
Cal moved closer to her, so close she could feel the warmth of him. She decided to lean back against the railing, staring into those dark eyes. He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, just like earlier at dinner.
'Cal, I...'
He then held her in him arms. 'Patricia you should know by now, my feelings for you. Come now Patricia you're a beautiful, intelligent woman. Me and you were meant to be.
Patricia began to speak but he stopped her, putting a finger to her lips.
'I'm not letting you go, Patricia, not this time.'
Patricia felt speechless.
'You might have ran from me at dinner. But you will not run from me again.'
Before she knew it he brought her to him, his lips touching hers. This time, Patricia didn't resist, this is what she wanted. And she wanted him badly. As he kissed her she felt on fire. She knew she was to hate this person, but right now all she wanted was him. She had no idea why she felt like she did. It felt so wrong, yet so right at the same time. Then his lips moved down to her neck. Her instinct was to stop this before it got too far.
'Cal..'
'Patricia there is no use fighting me. I always get what I want, one way or another. Besides I know you want me.'
This was the problem, she did and she wanted him badly. This part of the deck was extremely quiet and there wasn't a person in sight. They could stay like this all night and not be disturbed. They must have been like it for a few minutes. Bringing him to her one more time she deepened the kiss, allowing his hands all over her body. Finally she broke away.
Cal looked at her and took her hand bringing it to it lips.
'Tomorrow why don't join me for breakfast in my suite.' It was more of an order and one she couldn't say no to.
'Of course. I'd love too.' Patricia then shivered, beginning to feel to cold again.
'Here you must be freezing, let's get you inside.' He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. He then escorted her back to her suite.
'Until tomorrow then.' He kissed her hand once more before leaving Patricia.
